Jin Yudiao struggled desperately to resist the pressure in the surrounding space, but it was no different from a mantis trying to stop a chariot or an ant trying to shake a tree. Even if he mobilized all his strength, he couldn't stand up, not even straighten his waist.
He realized that the dark figure who attacked him was overwhelmingly strong, far surpassing his own abilities.
However, the sense of humiliation in his heart grew more intense. As the disciple of Jin Haiwang, being humiliated and suppressed to kneel on the ground unable to move was a disgrace Jin Yudiao had never experienced before.
The raging anger in his heart made his eyes bloodshot, wishing he could tear Mo Ku to pieces and crush Jing Yan into pulp.
Jin Yudiao panted heavily, his robe soaked with sweat.
"With just this bit of strength, you dare to be disrespectful to my master?"
"How ridiculous!"
